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The Stop Drinking (or using other substances) thread - Hello, my name is "kiwi farmer", and I am an alcoholic.
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Dawg I'm cooked. Basically got drunk every friday the last 3-4 weeks both before and after deciding to quit my job. We're all just waiting for me to leave now so there's on real hostility, meaning that instead of "I earned this relapse" I now go "Whew that wasn't a bad week, time to just relax and chill" >but also drink.
I think it stems from feeling like my hours off after work were a hard earn. My previous job I couldn't care less; get home and go read a book without booting up my PC cause I wasn't afraid of 'wasting' my time off. Whatever, I'm out of the job in a month. I'll reel it in then. Surely..
I think it stems from feeling like my hours off after work were a hard earn. My previous job I couldn't care less; get home and go read a book without booting up my PC cause I wasn't afraid of 'wasting' my time off. Whatever, I'm out of the job in a month. I'll reel it in then. Surely..
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Idk if anyone else is/was like this but for me it was the two-hour window between right before I got off work and a little after settling down at home that always started a relapse. I’d be so frustrated with the jackass I worked closest with, wasn’t getting paid enough anyway so why not blow what little I had on alcohol, and I had so much resentment toward myself for making the wrong career choice that I was punishing myself by drinking when I didn’t want to. Once I actually managed to make it home and settle down for an hour or so, I didn’t want to drink at all. I was perfectly happy as a single woman just lazing about doing whatever. But that two-hour window always found a way to catch me before I could get that far.
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, but I eventually was very politely offered to resign because I’d just stopped giving a shit. It really rattled me at first even though I kind of saw it coming all along, but I’ve been so busy in the transition to my new work that I’ve actually been able to put my foot down and stop drinking completely. And my friends helping me out with SO much, despite it being my fault I lost the job, has really kept me accountable as I could never forgive myself if I pissed all over their kindness by breaking my promise to quit. My current job isn’t what I’d like to be doing forever, but I’m so happy not to be stuck anymore now that I’ve had to acknowledge just how miserable I was before. It’s a step forward, and that’s huge in and of itself.
My point is, don’t expect the willpower to come from nowhere. If the big bug-bear in your life is making you so miserable that you’re drinking or using enough to kill the average person twice over, it might be time to REALLY suck up your pride and ask for help while you look for a solution that won’t slowly kill you. I never would have even thought about asking for help until I was forced to. I definitely never saw myself in the field I’m in right now. But you can’t expect things to get better when you’ve only changed the scenery and not the scene. Stay strong, you dastardly little junkiwis.
Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, but I eventually was very politely offered to resign because I’d just stopped giving a shit. It really rattled me at first even though I kind of saw it coming all along, but I’ve been so busy in the transition to my new work that I’ve actually been able to put my foot down and stop drinking completely. And my friends helping me out with SO much, despite it being my fault I lost the job, has really kept me accountable as I could never forgive myself if I pissed all over their kindness by breaking my promise to quit. My current job isn’t what I’d like to be doing forever, but I’m so happy not to be stuck anymore now that I’ve had to acknowledge just how miserable I was before. It’s a step forward, and that’s huge in and of itself.
My point is, don’t expect the willpower to come from nowhere. If the big bug-bear in your life is making you so miserable that you’re drinking or using enough to kill the average person twice over, it might be time to REALLY suck up your pride and ask for help while you look for a solution that won’t slowly kill you. I never would have even thought about asking for help until I was forced to. I definitely never saw myself in the field I’m in right now. But you can’t expect things to get better when you’ve only changed the scenery and not the scene. Stay strong, you dastardly little junkiwis.